Now where's the shit? The shit? The shit! N*gga whatsup man? Come on kill that noise man, let's just get the shit, Don't worry, you'll get the shit, You
'Chronic' and the 'Doggystyle' West Coast niggaz still holdin' shit down I'm a G, you can't see me That must be why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth, bitch) I'm da shit
Traduzione: The Game. Da Shit.
the bookin me All I got is benjis neva washingtonz like booker t Yo swag left, my dough game rite My tongue get loose, but the flow game tight Jus like
m in my own lane, that independent shit They back fuckin with me, a hundred thousand shit I'm a pyramid you a square I got that from my nigga Shake Da
music up My shit bang, my shit bang My shit bang, my-my shit bang Nigga my shit bang, my shit bang My-my shit bang, my-my shit Bang-bang-bang, my shit
game Ain't no mistake in the game Two-one mother f'in dwizzle sippin on the sizzle And that's for shizzle Four times for da riddles You know these bars
Gay, wie Stricher! Oder meine Crue rollt deine Kamerade platt, wie ein Nudelholz. Mach mit deinem Arsch keine Pappe, sondern pures Gold. (Huuuurensoohn!) Platz da
Mike) Was? Nein! (Shneezin) Hurensohn. (Mike) [...?] barfu?? Lass mal Hunde wecken geh'n. (Shneezin) Alter, nee, da verlier' ich immer. (Mike) 'N ungerechtes Game
respect game Be yo' own nigga meanin buy yo' own dope Cause that front shit is punk shit, somethin I never funked with Be true to this game and this game
homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane when De La Soul was puttin Potholes in the game I can
Bo] Nigga be lookin all the way when he see you and shit It's a celebration, Young Pac is back [E-40] Motherfuckers better understand this shit [Tupac
I'm contemplating plots wondering which door to go Brothas getting shot, comin back resurrected It's just that raw shit, nigga check it (that raw shit
ya motherfuckers at the next show, and by the way, where is my bitch? It's that famous shit, you know? Real thug shit Real live thug shit, genuine, you
